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Chapter 52: Seeking Gods and Buddhas is worse than Seeking a Little Girl

Qian Yuemei entered the mountain as she wished, and then escaped back in great embarrassment.

Not only was the basket lost, but the shoes were also lost.

"Mother! Mother... tiger, tiger eats people..."

As soon as Qian Yuemei saw Mrs. Su, she screamed in horror.

My voice broke from shouting.

Mrs. Su's heart skipped a beat.

In fact, Mrs. Su's expression changed even without Qian Yuemei's shouting.

The roar of tigers on the mountain is like a reminder, frightening people.

What's more, a large group of panic-looking people rushed down from the mountain.

The group of people ran and shouted in panic.

Some of them shouted to run away, some were looking for their children, some were crying for their fathers and mothers...

Mrs. Su picked up the little sugar baby and hugged her tightly.

He stared nervously at the direction where the tiger's cry came from, his heart in his throat.

My man and two sons are all on the mountain.

But don't let anything happen!

Mrs. Su kept praying in her heart, worshiping this god and that Buddha.

I worshiped almost all the gods and goddesses.

The people who rushed down the mountain stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Most of them collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

For a moment, apart from the scared cries, there was only the sound of huffing and puffing.

"Mom, don't be afraid!" The little sugar baby patted Mrs. Su's heart with her chubby hands.

Old Mrs. Su kissed her little girl twice.

"Daughter, tell me your father is okay!" Old Mrs. Su said in a trembling voice.

Why did she forget to beg her own daughter!

Compared with all kinds of gods and Buddhas, maybe my little girl is more effective.

The little sugar baby blinked his eyes, and in order to reassure his mother, he said in a sweet voice: "Dad, it's okay."

Zhao Chunhua was standing next to Mrs. Su, worried about her man.

At this time, after listening to the little sugar baby's words, he grabbed the little sugar baby's hand and said anxiously: "Sister-in-law, please tell me that your elder brother is okay!"

The little sugar baby said obediently: "Brother, it's okay."

After saying that, he frowned.

Sister-in-law, your hand hurts me.

When Qian Yuemei heard this, she ran over and grabbed the sugar baby's other little hand as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Sister-in-law, tell me your second brother is okay!"

"Second brother, it's okay!"

Second sister-in-law, you also scratched my hand that hurt me.

The sound of milky milk was like a magic needle that calms the sea, making the Su family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law feel inexplicably calmer.

The village chief's wife was not far away, breathing heavily with lingering fear. She happened to hear the conversation between the Su family's mother-in-law and the little sugar baby.

As soon as Gulu got up, he rushed towards the little sugar baby.

"Fuya! I beg you, please tell Uncle Wang that everything is okay!" The village chief's wife almost knelt down in front of the little sugar baby.

His husband, several sons, and two grandsons are all on the mountain.

The village chief's wife shouted, and many people in Daliushu Village heard her.

So, they cheered and surrounded the little sugar baby.

"Fuya, aunt, please tell me that it's okay for you to come to Uncle Cai!"

"Fuya, Grandma Zhang, please tell me that your grandpa who has left roots is fine..."

"Fuya..."

Little sugar baby, "..."

My ears were buzzing and I almost fainted from the noise.

At the same time, I felt that I was taking away the work of various gods and Buddhas.

"Humph! Ridiculous! There is a tiger on the mountain. I don't know how to kill it, so I asked a child to protect me. How ridiculous!"

The familiar yet arrogant voice sounded so out of place among the chaotic and anxious crowd.

The little sugar baby was also speechless at a certain young lady's habitual opening remarks.

Even if this matter is indeed ridiculous, if you say it with such a cold face and a sarcastic tone, aren't you afraid of being criticized by the group?


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